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Tuesday, May 29, 2007
An introduction
I am starting this blog with the sole purpose of documenting the events in my life in the fateful year of 2001. Whether or not I keep posting after I have written about those events is currently unclear to me.
Knowing my predilection for losing interest in things, especially things that involve even a small amount of technical ability or sitting in front of a computer for hours on end while looking at something other than porn, I don't have high hopes that this will become an ongoing project for me. I also have no real hope that anyone besides myself will read this. For me, posting this blog is simply a documentation of certain events in order that there be some written, dated record of my interpretation of those events — should one be needed.
The possibility that a record of this nature might be necessary has been brought about by the publication of a book in which I play a small part; though, thankfully, I remain anonymous to anyone who reads the book and does not have direct knowledge of the events therein. The publication of that book, by a publishing house so obscure as to be almost invisible, in and of itself was not enough to motivate me to document my own version of events. Indeed, it was only the recent news that the book had been optioned for an independent movie — and news that the author was seeking me out for some reason at about the same time — that made me decide that it was time to record my own version of events. The fact that it is an independent movie has also motivated me. Those things get made. Unlike a mainstream film, I cannot count on this one being stalled out forever in development.
This entry is being purposely vague, but I will get into more specifics with further entries as time goes on. Until that time, a few words about the book in question.
I recently finished reading the book and was, frankly, surprised that I enjoyed it so much. Aside from a few typos, an historical inaccuracy that would have been easily corrected with even a small amount of fact checking, and a few geographical impossibilities able to be spotted only by a past or current resident of the Seattle area, it is a fairly engaging read for someone who lived through the era that the book covers. Whether it would hold any interest for anyone who did not live in Seattle from the mid 1990s to the early 2000s, I don't know.
Aside from the missteps noted above, my only other complaints about the book are more based on personal vanity than anything else. To wit: I just wasn't in it enough, and a couple of the finer points — to my mind — were omitted from the text. Well, that's to be expected, I suppose. It wasn't my story, after all. That's why I'm documenting my version now, before early-onset Alzheimer's and the debilitating effects of copious amounts of alcohol obliterate them from my mind.
Knowing my predilection for losing interest in things, especially things that involve even a small amount of technical ability or sitting in front of a computer for hours on end while looking at something other than porn, I don't have high hopes that this will become an ongoing project for me. I also have no real hope that anyone besides myself will read this. For me, posting this blog is simply a documentation of certain events in order that there be some written, dated record of my interpretation of those events — should one be needed.
The possibility that a record of this nature might be necessary has been brought about by the publication of a book in which I play a small part; though, thankfully, I remain anonymous to anyone who reads the book and does not have direct knowledge of the events therein. The publication of that book, by a publishing house so obscure as to be almost invisible, in and of itself was not enough to motivate me to document my own version of events. Indeed, it was only the recent news that the book had been optioned for an independent movie — and news that the author was seeking me out for some reason at about the same time — that made me decide that it was time to record my own version of events. The fact that it is an independent movie has also motivated me. Those things get made. Unlike a mainstream film, I cannot count on this one being stalled out forever in development.
This entry is being purposely vague, but I will get into more specifics with further entries as time goes on. Until that time, a few words about the book in question.
I recently finished reading the book and was, frankly, surprised that I enjoyed it so much. Aside from a few typos, an historical inaccuracy that would have been easily corrected with even a small amount of fact checking, and a few geographical impossibilities able to be spotted only by a past or current resident of the Seattle area, it is a fairly engaging read for someone who lived through the era that the book covers. Whether it would hold any interest for anyone who did not live in Seattle from the mid 1990s to the early 2000s, I don't know.
Aside from the missteps noted above, my only other complaints about the book are more based on personal vanity than anything else. To wit: I just wasn't in it enough, and a couple of the finer points — to my mind — were omitted from the text. Well, that's to be expected, I suppose. It wasn't my story, after all. That's why I'm documenting my version now, before early-onset Alzheimer's and the debilitating effects of copious amounts of alcohol obliterate them from my mind.
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